Saturday, October 18, 2014
Thursday, October 16, 2014
I have been trying for the sake of my own physical and mental health from commenting on anything related to religion lately. My good. But this I think is more a grown man’s attraction for another man and closeted (suppressed) in the name of superstition and or religion (RC religion to be exact). Not quite legitimate religion I think.
While traveling down low so to speak to try and find how tortured souls, closeted homophobes like Bill Donohue at the Catholic League Mimeograph machine website might be commenting (not thinking) on the recent headlines of kind words for gays from the pope and his crew or tortured souls, closeted homophobe bishops I ran into Bill’s disgust at an actor Tom Selleck.
In another article BTW at the CL site is an article about how “Confused” both the Pope and the Media are about leaked unfinished kind words for “gays” at the current “Synod of Bishops” in Rome…
Well I confess to a certain prejudice. I stopped watching anything the actor Tom Selleck was in long ago once I found out he was a big contributor and card carrying member of the GOP. Mediocre actors need mediocre audiences?
I had to look up what Blue Bloods is as a TV show. See commercials. But don’t want to have to waste any of the precious time I have left on earth in watching a grade “B” Hollywood actor actor like Selleck on a TV Cop Soap Opera show. The grade “B” Hollywood actor Ronald Reagan comes to mind when I think of Selleck and guess what.
That is the name of the fictional character that Bill Donohue has been getting off on in the past five seasons of “Blue Bloods” of a family of Irish Catholic Cops doing their stuff in New York City with get this, overseen by dad, Commissioner “Frank Reagan” (Tom Selleck) – a load of pre-cum on that fictional name and load of brute power as chief of Police. AHH! Release! (Oh Bill).
Well anyway, Chief Frank Reagan says something nice about da “gays” on his TV show and Bill Donohue wants CBS to cancel the show. Great wet dream if you can pull it off Bill. Have a nice bigoted life.
Masturbation Foreplay (in words):
We’ve (the royal we? Bill and little Willy?) been impressed with the underlying positive message of “Blue Bloods” over the years, as well as its welcome treatment of Catholicism. But after last Friday’s show, we’re now wondering whether CBS is turning on its audience. We’ve been bombarded with complaints following the last episode.
Police Commissioner Reagan cannot defend the Church’s teachings on homosexuality, so when Catholicism is branded an “anti-gay faith,” he replies, “Well, I do believe the Church is a little behind the times on this.” Indeed, he goes so far as to say, “I do believe the Church is backwards on this. And of all the stands to hold onto. In the midst of the scandals of the past decade.” Viewers also meet a conflicted Cardinal Brennan, and a proud lesbian, Sister Mary.
The Bible is “anti-gay.” That is the logical conclusion that unfolds in this episode. The show also misrepresents the sexual abuse scandal: almost all the molesting priests were practicing homosexuals. Moreover, the scandal ended in the mid-1980s, thus showing how far behind the times the show’s writers are. As for the wavering cardinal and the wayward nun—it is what we would expect from writers who have decided to pivot….
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
“Cardinal Quinn” of “Gotham” aka “the diddling priest” Being Killed by Vigilante Justice in this Batman Inspired TV Show
Dig the crazy way vigalanties kill corrupt officials of Gotham, a new TV show on FOX TV, before Batman arrives on the scene – by handcuffing the murder victims to weather balloons that disappear into the horizon and pop at high altitudes. Bizarre.
"Cardinal Quinn may not have appeared in the comics, but could his...departure lead to the arrival of Cardinal O'Fallon, who had some trouble with The Scarecrow back in Batman: Gotham Knight?"
Monday, August 18, 2014
America is going nowhere fast. A half a century after the basic struggles for civil rights of African Americans in federal legislation lags behind and is basically forgotten all across the old Jim Crow South with new restrictive voter right acts designed to impede voting by the young, the old and along the color line.
While I would not like to be confronted by a gorilla sized petty thug like Michael Brown in Ferguson Missouri, I do not understand how in a so-called civilized country how a cop can lose an entire clip of bullets in pursuit and summary execution of a “Jaywalker” “blocking traffic” in the streets of Ferguson Missouri.
How a cop who kills a eighteen year old kid can blow town and go to Disney World for some R & R and not face the music of his actions while the local Ferguson PD is doing everything in its power to obscure the real issue here – the murder of a Black American citizen by a cop with a license to kill - is way beyond my pay grade.
Some facts are emerging why there is a town like Ferguson with 70% black population and a 90% white police force. The cops do not have to live in Ferguson. They have no investment or interest in the community. It is just a job. The people of Ferguson obviously do not count in their Ayn Rand like equation of life.
That in a period of as little as 15-20 years, the demographics, for whatever reason, went from white to black. Which makes me think that at least half of the white policemen on Ferguson’s police force started in a white town and now are just, in this suck ass American economy, just holding on for a pension no matter what it takes in terms of keeping loyal only to the core brotherhood of cops.
Cops who in recent years have been outfitted with Pentagon war materials and dress for occupying a foreign country to push a corporate agenda and not the human agenda. That dressed in aggressive warlike kit and gear only makes our domestic police more of an occupying force in our local communities. It is a serious disconnect from reality but what a paradigm shift of the importance of a global corporate spreadsheet philosophy over people and or humanity – what that really means when you look at it honestly.
I do not like outside people like the Reverend Al Sharpton, a snake oil meal ticket for life preacher type showing up on the scene. If African Americans have no better leaders to look to, perhaps it is time to pack up and move back to Africa for a better deal in having someone look out for your interests in the decimated and tribe warring and corporate resource gutted continent of Africa that is presently on the world stage.
It is the same type of corporate culture of greed and inhumanity that sent so many into slavery in the first place starting four hundred years ago. A vicious circle perhaps.
Nobody can represent your interests on an individual scale or a cultural scale other than yourself. It is time for African-Americans to gather together, to work and vote their way out of poverty and ignorance like every other slice of American culture and their ongoing struggle of such.
Monday, August 11, 2014
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Ted Cruz besides being a native born Canadian is not Hispanic or Latino and you never hear those terms from the right’s Fox Propaganda Machine used for him.
Ted Cruz is the traditionally racist white Cubano. “Cubano Blanco”. Not a cigar.
Castro when he went Commie, brought down institutional Racism in Cuba in terms of access to education and social services for the black Cubans kept at the bottom of Cuban society for centuries – but that ingrained national traditional racism still exists in Castro’s Cuba.
The words of hate coming out of Ted Cruz’s Mail Order Preacher Certificate dad's mouth against Obama is nothing but traditional centuries old Cuban Racism trying to keep the blacks slaves down in Cuba and inferior to the so-called white Spaniards at the top of the Cuban social heap.
I have heard before from Hispanics that say they don’t like to travel through Miami’s airport for fear of having to spend any time there and have to encounter the traditional white Cuban (my shit don’t stink) attitude, the degree of venom delivered depending on race and color of the Spanish speaking person wandering the airport, asking for directions, in search of some decent human interface but all they get is that my shit don’t stink Cuban white racism instead.
The GOP had lumped all the Latinos and Hispanics together and think that they are stupid enough to vote for a Cuban like Rubio or Cruz and quite frankly, Latinos and Hispanics can smell the cat under the “friendly” dog overcoat of Cuban American and Cuban Canadian politicians like Rubio and Cruz.
Traditional Cuban racism leeches out in every move, word, Ted Cruz makes against immigrants that are not white and not “pure” Cuban.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Clowns in Hats - The New Catholic Majority Supreme Court and Their pre-Reformation POVs - Hobby Lobby
Sunday, May 25, 2014
The Marshall Family gravesite in Colebrook, New Hampshire.
(34 Star U.S. Stars and Stripes and Confederate Official “Star and Bars” Flag)
These two brothers, William Henry and Cummings Marshall, were born in Lumpkin County, Georgia, in the 1840’s. Their father, Abel Cummings Marshall, the brother of my great-great grandfather, had come from the forests and rock-strewn farms of northern New Hampshire to the gold fields near Dahlonega in search of his fortune.
Shortly thereafter, he married Lucinda Hawkins of South Carolina. Over the next few years Lucinda gave birth to four children – William Henry, Cummings, Melinda, and Martha. Abel disappeared from records sometime in the 1850’s – my suspicion is that he followed other miners to California seeking gold, though I have yet to substantiate that. In any event, Lucinda was left to raise her children by herself (the 1860 census lists her as head of household). Cummings also left the family – he journeyed to New Hampshire to live with relatives there. (More on Cummings later)
In early 1861, twenty-one year-old William Henry Marshall enlisted in the Dahlonega Volunteers, and soon was parading on the old Mustering Grounds in Dahlonega, from which North Georgia volunteers had assembled for earlier conflicts such as the Texas War for Independence and the Mexican War. Called by Governor Joseph E. Brown in late March to proceed to Macon, the Volunteers were designated Company “H” of the First Georgia Volunteer Infantry. …
Even though he was Southern born, Cummings Marshall must have felt great pressure to enlist in the service, with so many adult males gone to the army. On September 3, 1864, Cummings enlisted in the Ninth Company, New Hampshire Heavy Artillery, which became Company I of the First New Hampshire Heavy Artillery, commanded by Captain Charles O. Bradley. Sent to Washington for garrison duty, the companies of the First were dispersed between the several forts surrounding the city, with Company I being posted to Fort Reno. Fort Reno (or Battery Reno as it was also known) was located on the northwest side of the District of Columbia, roughly two miles west of Fort Stevens.
Cummings' tour of duty was largely uneventful, though he was injured in a bizarre accident in March of 1865. During a drill, the company was marching at the double-quick across the parade ground, when several soldiers in the rear ranks, including Cummings, stumbled and fell while crossing a ditch. For several days afterwards he lay in his tent complaining of great pain in his abdomen. The injury, described as a “rupture”, would plague Cummings for the rest of his life.
Near the end of the war, my great-great grandfather, Moody Marshall, made the journey south to retrieve Lucinda and daughter Melinda. Moody wrote of great devastation as he travelled southward. Retrieving Lucinda and Melinda, he brought them back to northern New Hampshire. With the war’s close, William Henry made his way north to join his mother.
The First New Hampshire was mustered out of service in Washington on June 15, 1865. Cummings returned to Colebrook, where he lived with his wife Julia and growing family until 1875, when they moved to Lowell, Massachusetts.
At some point, Cummings and Julia were divorced, and Cummings returned to Colebrook, where he opened a small candy store and joined the local post of the Grand Army of the Republic.
William Henry returned to his miner’s roots, prospecting for silver in the nearby mountains. The unrepentant Rebel had a reputation as a bit of a trouble-maker, especially when the G.A.R. paraded on Memorial Day – Henry would gallop his horse through the “Yankee” ranks. As the years passed, the members of the Marshall family passed away, and were interred in the Colebrook Village Cemetery. There the Yankee and the Rebel brothers, once enemies in war, rest together in eternal sleep.
Friday, May 9, 2014
Confederate Veteran Michael Lyons - Mike Lyons Restaurant – 259-261 Bowery Finally Locks Its Doors – January 1907
I am thinking that “The Sun” reporter’s article below on the closing of Mike Lyon’s 24 hour restaurant has got more details in it than others including the NYT regarding the close of the one-time center of Tammany Hall lunch time and dinner time meals and political strategy sessions – those official and unofficial sessions being for the most part in the last decades of the nineteenth century.
The Sun reporter may or may not have been better connected to Tammany politics than others.
A few factors I am aware of probably put Lyon’s off the main track of good basic eats on the Bowery by January 1907.
Mainly, the entertainment center shifted up north to its present and seemingly final place around 42nd Street and Times Square. No more open real estate to following a shifting population in the once open spaces of the island. The Opera House, the “Academy of Music” kept up entertainment and vaudeville after the new
Metropolitan Opera House opened in 1883 at 39th and Broadway – becoming the only main opera house in town – with the high brows going further uptown and staying up there for their champagne midnight suppers but not at Lyons’.
A lot of theaters started to migrate over the last two decades of the nineteenth century from around the east end of fourteenth street up Broadway and ending around the Longacre Square area, renamed later, and then the new New York Times building that was built as the centerpiece of this new “Times” Square wrapping itself around this anchor building on the southern end of that confluence of Seventh Avenue and Broadway at 42nd Street, that is btw not a square at all but more like the shape of a hour glass.
The news reporters hung around Lyons' of the old days to rub elbows with the Tammany men down from Tammany Hall on fourteenth in a building next to the old Academy of Music. The Tammany men were more likely to be in the vicinity of the old Police HQ at 300 Mulberry Street, about four blocks from Lyon’s.
Where better to hang out for politicians than at Police HQ in a very corrupt town. That all came to an end with the Lexow State Committee probe of NYC police corruption 1894-1895 and with reformer types like Police Commissioner Theodore Roosevelt at the same time who made good press on his appearance of making headway fighting the corruption of Tammany within the police force.
That and a new Police Headquarters to open in 1909 would push the cop lunch traffic another five blocks further south. In its day at Lyon’s, plain clothes cops and reporters along with tourists to the Bowery filled Lyon’s eatery twenty four hours a day.
With being an all-night restaurant is was not that inconvenient to grab a cab down from after the theater or opera on 14th street and pop a few corks of champagne at midnight or 2 A.M. etc.
The front door was never locked for something like thirty years until they started to close at midnight, in its last year or two in business. The subway further west near Broadway could carry what was left of the newspaper business and its reporters centered around City Hall downtown, next to the entrance to the Brooklyn Bridge - carry them uptown and faster than in streetcars and toward the new center of communication and NYC energy at Times Square.
There was also the telephone as a new means of communication – no need to sit and talk person to person or over a fried veal chop to get details on deals at city hall.
At five A.M. the poor and housewives/mothers with baskets would line up at the front door in the Lyons’ “breadline” to get food scraps and day old bread not used by the restaurant.
There was an enormous amount of charity to the neighborhood by Lyons in a world with little or no government social safety nets. It took from the local economy and it gave back some.
Economically sound too with little refuge to cart off guaranteeing that the food would always be fresh and wholesome unlike many other restaurants along the Bowery known for its cheap and dangerous leftover food delivered to the poor in this increasingly skid row like economic area.
Ironic I think that Confederate Private Michael Lyon’s of the Sixth Louisiana Regiment of Infantry company K would be handing out bread for the rest of his working life after being a baker of bread for the troops of the Confederacy – along the long road from New Orleans to Appomattox.
The Raines Law was an attempt to stop drinking of alcohol in public on Sundays in the late nineties. Sunday was the only free day of the week, the only day off for most working men. The stories of abuse and family breakup over drink was an early trial balloon by Republicans, for something like later Prohibition, to strike at the backbone of Democrats and their natural organization centered around saloons.
Only hotels could serve drinks and not from a bar but to a table in a hotel in New York City and only after a meal had been ordered – and yes a sandwich could now be considered a meal.
The loophole was that all you needed above your saloon was ten furnished rooms to qualify for a hotel license to protect the Sunday consumption of booze in your saloon business, now a hotel restaurant – the old bar area now crammed with tables.
Lyon’s already had a hotel license when the law went into effect.
Raines Law Hotels came into overnight existence and notoriety and they also came in two categories. The saloon actually rented out rooms or they just had ten rooms, not rented, as a sham to get a license.
The offset of protecting family values on the Bowery and other parts of New York City was that with so many new “hotel rooms” available, the Bowery became more heavily populated with prostitution, rent by the hour love nests for lunch hour and afternoon adulterous and single couples, and the poor who turned these SROs – Single Room Occupancies – into notorious flop houses. The poor and the lawless, feeding and growing off the fruits of good intentions of government trying to impose blue laws on the population etc. (sarcasm)
After Mike Lyon finally retired, he sold the business to his oldest son who took out a mortgage that same year no doubt to finance a reopening of Lyon’s which came in late 1908 and the doors of anything connected to the Lyon’s family restaurant business at 259-261 Bowery finally finally closed in 1910 with an auction of fixtures and equipment to pay creditors.
Confederate Veteran – Private Michael Lyons
Sixth Louisiana Regiment of Infantry Company K
Buried in Green-Wood Cemetery Brooklyn
The Sun - January 6, 1907 - page 6 (above)
Sunday, April 13, 2014
New York World Sunday Magazine, July 24, 1904, The Lady Higher Up by O.Henry
I have to thank the Internet for the coming together of ideas. Researching the latter part of the nineteenth century New York I came across the Moses King Photographic Views of New York originally published in 1892.
I cannot but help to think in the last twenty four hours looking at the cover of the King’s Tourist Guide that Bill Porter hanging around pool halls, billiard parlors and rummy saloons around Fourteenth Street, fingered his King’s Guide to New York to inspire a story for a much needed sawbuck to pay his bar tab and some back rent on a furnished room.
That about a year and a half to two years into residence in New York City he may have been ready to toss that book - feeling like a native NYer - but instead fingered that guide for inspiration, in a copy newly purchased when he has first arrived or in a dime used copy at a bookstore outdoor stall – with the cover image of Diana the Saint Gaudens sculpted weathervane on top of Madison Square Garden - pointing an arrow at Lady Liberty - may have just been the visual inspiration trigger for the story mentioned above.
Just a thought.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Philip G. Hubert with his Grandson Philip Hubert Frohman standing on the roof of the New York Riding Academy with the background of his masterpiece – the Navarro “Spanish” Flats.
Philip Hubert Frohman went on to be chief architect and visionary in the completion of the National Cathedral in Washington DC – a lifetime work of some 50 or more years.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
|Whore of Babylon by Dave Lebow|
They are a religious cult.
They are an unbaptized corporation/person claiming exemptions that apply to other people who willingly contribute to the common good of the community and the republic. These democratic deadbeats don’t like this country anymore?
If they that have cash and claim to be religious, why not sell guns at Hobby Lobby and of course not do Federal Background Checks because that would be a violation of their religious cult beliefs.
If they start shooting and killing shoplifters in their stores, the killings will of course be justified to protect religious property and on sacred ground not subject to secular laws and justice?
The more the Religious Right gets money, gets money, gets money and power, power, power, the more they become like the Religious Whore of Babylon described in their man made/written bible and or like the Medieval Roman Church.
What’s in it for me to tolerate these assholes – corporation/people – Cult Leaders - Jim Jones - David Green etc. - pagans – demons - morons from Oklahoma and other red states?
They are living on our tax dime! Who died and made them god?